Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.